Reaching into pockets, taking out little treasures kept in
timeless chambers of this heart.
Precious memories having been given birth, giving both
happiness and sorrow throughout this life.
Catapulting into denizens of timely participation with
others, all taking their turns in insistent images of long
ago.
Loving to watch as they play in the interior of mind-sets,
surviving all trials of this earthly life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem